Night’s voices

From David Malki’s Wondermark (thanks to Bruce Webster), another entry for the Thoughts Without Words collection:

It’s all your own fault. The dark morning before the sun, indeed.

Maybe I’m unusually sensitive. My husband-equivalent Jacques went through a long period where he heard voices (and saw things, too) — sometimes voices saying comprehensible dreadful things, like that they were going to kill Elizabeth, but often just producing a buzz of undifferentiated menace. He was terrified, and so was I.

I realized at the time that the mechanisms that give rise to auditory and visual hallucinations are a topic of considerable scientific interest. But, still, the descent of night was not a happy time.